I took a road trip to beautiful Mt. Shasta to replenish my spirit and camped as far up as you can drive, at upper panther meadows. The ground is sacred and you can hear the whisper of the ancient beings. Every plant and blade of grass is precious as can be. The air is so thin that if you step on a flower it can take 50 years for that tiny flower to grow back! Tis is sacred land so we treat it with respect. I slept under the Blue moon until I heard some rustling in the trees under the moon, so I crawled and cuddled up in my van and woke to a beautiful sky and an old gent singing a good morning song.
